'We are very close. Don't lose focus.'
'...Do not lose sight of the goal.'
'I have been waiting for this moment for a very long time.'
'Soon, we'll be whole!'
Several voices whispered in Sylas's mind, his head coking left and right as his white eyes grew unfocused.
He was used to the voices.
Each voice represented a different part of him.
Sylas... wasn't but one mere entity. He was the culmination of several entities, all trapped within one body.
One could even argue he was merely the prison holding onto the lingering spirits of the mirror dimension.
But at the same time, with all the time that had passed, Sylas started to develop his own personality. One that was more dominant and more conscious than the rest.
He was starting to become his own person.
But he wasn't quite there yet. He was still missing several things.
'Quickly! Don't waste this chance!'
'We must hurry and not let it slip away!'
